In fact, Jiang Jili was not as weak and sick as he is now. On the contrary, he was well taken care of, handsome, obedient and smiling.
The parents of the Jiang family have a good relationship and respect each other like guests. They have had the crystallization of love for many years. There is only one child, and they have been held in their hands like a baby for the first twenty years, so Jiang Jili's character has been raised to be innocent and ignorant of world affairs.
Maybe it was also influenced by his parents. He always has a simple devotion to love, and thinks that his partner should be like his father and mother. Whether it is a Chinese professor or a piano teacher, they are gentle and reasonable.
He has a simple mind, but he doesn't know what it means to be pregnant.
The upper circles in Huaicheng are a big dirty dye vat, Jiang Jili doesn't understand it, but Jiang's parents can see it clearly.
It was inevitable for him to enter this circle. For such a beautiful and simple person, countless big shots had already set their prying eyes on him.
A bright and delicate rose has grown out of the dirty and smelly mud, so out of place and inviting to fall, the filth that is hidden and growing is ready to move, the rose is not food, not a gem, its only function is to be kept in the greenhouse Ornamental.
But it just so happens that such a useless thing has become a symbol of power at the top of the pyramid in such a complex and unpredictable power system. Only a few big figures who can cover the sky with one hand can unscrupulously tease these spiritual playthings.
Jiang Jili is that plaything, and Rong Zhen is the symbol of power at the top.
He couldn't see clearly. He stepped into the Rong family, a place that eats people and doesn't spit out his bones. He even imagined that Rong Zhen, who is high above him, could pity him a little bit, but he didn't know that the moment Rong Zhen saw him, his ending would be... Already doomed.
A toy, if you get tired of playing with it, of course you have to throw it away.
However, no one knows when, how, and where to throw it.
In the past few days, Jiang Jili hung the last few bottles of water, and rarely had nightmares anymore, but his body was still not very comfortable. He seemed to be a little lethargic, and the frequency of drowsiness was getting higher and higher. Once in the afternoon, he leaned against the vines in the garden. He fell asleep directly on the chair, and it was already evening when he woke up.
Seeing that he was not in good condition, Lin Qi ordered the kitchen to cook some food in different ways, but he didn't have much appetite either.
The whole portrait was tuned into a certain channel and turned into a small animal about to hibernate.
It's just that it's not winter now, and it won't even be long before summer, Jiang Jili can only comfort himself that it's easy to doze off when the weather is hot.
After all, Chongchong has been a lot lazy and sleepy during this period. Jiang Jili sleeps, and Chongchong sleeps in his arms. Sometimes Jiang Jili wakes up and snores on his belly. Millions of treca The big bed became Chongchong's exclusive cat litter.
And Rong Zhen hasn't been to his room since the last time, as if he had done something wrong... as if he fell out of favor, the villa was filled with such an awkward atmosphere, several times, Jiang Jili almost heard the servant The whispers of people.
Jiang Jili has a sensitive personality and feels that these words are related to him.
His status in the Rong family is not like the excellent and favored Mrs. Rong as rumored outside, the attitude of the servants towards him will be more or less disrespectful, especially recently.
Jiang Jili clearly forgot about the dream that day, but he suddenly remembered it in the past few days, and the fragments flooded into his mind.
He had met Qin Yao before, at a banquet three years ago, when Qin Yao was just twenty-five years old, returned home after graduating from a master's degree, wearing a red dress that was flamboyant and glamorous, Jiang Jili had never talked to her, But remember how she was surrounded by the crowd.
Both the Qin family and the Rong family are top wealthy families in Huaicheng. Unlike the uneven descendants of the Rong family, the two children of the Qin family are extremely outstanding talents who stand at the top of the industry. The eldest brother Qin Cong is a world-renowned brain doctor. Qin Yao is an upstart dark horse in the financial world, and took the lead in the research team at a young age.
In terms of love and reason, the Rong family should marry the Qin family.
But Rong Zhen chose him.
Jiang Jili shuddered suddenly, only feeling cold all over.
Because this doesn't make him appear more important in this struggle, on the contrary, it is precisely because he is of no use to Rong Zhen, so Rong Zhen doesn't care at all, and the same goes for the Qin family.
It's like everyone's tacit understanding, they all know that he is just a toy for Rong Zhen's whim, and he can be thrown away at any time when he gets bored, the Qin family and Qin Yao are just waiting, waiting for Rong Zhen to have enough fun and get bored , kicked him out mercilessly, and then made room for the new Mrs. Rong.
is that so?
Jiang Jili was a little short of breath.
There were more and more eyes falling on him in the villa, but Jiang Jili didn't know what happened at all, as if he was the only one in the whole world who was kept in the dark.
He didn't dare to stay in a crowded place, those gazes were so real that they made him ache all over, his face turned pale, and he couldn't help retching.
The chaotic atmosphere was stretched to the extreme, and at this moment, Rong Zhen came back.
Everyone didn't expect it, and Jiang Jili, who was hugged tremblingly, didn't expect that Rong Zhen seemed to miss him a little bit. Jiang Jili was basking in the sun on the rattan chair in the garden, and was hugged by Rong Zhenyi on his lap.
The man rubbed his side face slowly and ambiguously, and kissed his white earlobe lightly.
"I heard from Cheng Yan that you are in a bad mood recently?"
Jiang Jili froze and shook his head: "No."
"I haven't touched you for so long, are you unhappy?"
Jiang Jili lowered his eyes: "No, sir."
Rong Zhen laughed softly, followed his ears down, and kissed the side of his neck twice.
"It's so cute." Rong Zhen's hands got into his thin clothes.
The servants in the garden have long been sent down by Cheng Yan, this corner is quiet and secret, only the occasional chirping of insects and birds.
Rong Zhen asked him here.
When Jiang Jili looked up, his eyes were a little uncomfortable being pierced by the sun, and soon turned red and shed tears.
He still cried.
Jiang Jili vaguely thought that there seemed to be some other...unfamiliar smell on the husband's clothes.
After everything was over, Rong Zhen didn't let him go. The prince was led into the garden, where he took a bath and dried himself up. Rong Zhen just hugged him from behind and rubbed his ears.
"Lili, why are you so afraid of dogs? Huh?"
Jiang Jili's voice trembled: "I was bitten when I was young."
Rong Zhen gently rubbed his hair with his slender fingers, "What dog?"
"I don't know, it seems to be... a wild dog."
Rong Zhen was in a good mood and asked Cheng Yan to bring over the raw beef in the bucket, and slowly put a glove on Jiang Jili, and put a piece in his hand. The prince yelled twice when he smelled the fishy smell. ran over.
Jiang Jili was so frightened that he almost fell off the wicker chair.
Rong Zhen: "Feed it."
Jiang Jili's scalp was numb, and the smell of raw meat went straight to Tianlinggai. He resisted the nausea and fear, and stretched out his hand tremblingly. Fortunately, the prince was not out of control, and took the meat from his hand very precisely. After leaving, he licked his gloves graciously after eating.
Jiang Jili shrank back like an electric shock, his face turned pale.
Rong Zhen looked at him with his eyes, and his callused big hands measured all the way down from his face, to his waist, to his thighs, and then to his slender ankles.
The tone was pleasant, with love that couldn't be concealed: "It's really beautiful, and it's getting more and more beautiful."
Jiang Jili turned his back to him, not daring to make a sound.
Rong Zhen rubbed his ankle: "Lili, how many years have you been with me?"
Jiang Jili whispered, "Sir, three years."
"Do you still want to stay in the Rong family?"
This question was a bit blatant and straightforward, Jiang Jili was at a loss and froze with fright.
Rong Zhen didn't care either, his eyes locked on him.
"Follow me all the time, okay?"
Jiang Jili was so shocked that his heart beat violently. He didn't understand why his husband would say such things.
Shouldn't it be... let him go?
Jiang Jili is very unrealistic and a question arises, does a person like Mr. have such feelings of liking and reluctance?
At that time, Jiang Jili didn't know how unrealistic this unrealistic question was.
Until the day of Mr. Rong's death.
There is no special big day for the Rong family, and even more sparse after Rong Zhen took power. The new head of the family is not interested in seeing those messy people in the side branches. There is a chance to play, so we don't get together a few times a year.
Except for the death day of the old man.
This is the most important and solemn day for the Rong family. Not only all the branch families of the Rong family will be present, but also all the worthy families in Huai City will be there.
Near the old house is a piece of Changling cemetery, which belongs to the Rong family alone, and it is very majestic.
Since five o'clock in the morning, all kinds of luxury cars have been passing by on the boulevard full of phoenix trees in the old house of the Rong family. Many people have come outside the solemn Changling cemetery. She also put on elegant and light makeup, and Rongqiao stood beside her.
It was seven o'clock, and basically everyone had arrived. The familiar Rolls-Royce was parked outside the cemetery, and a man got off from the following vehicle. He stepped forward to open the car door, and a man in a suit and leather shoes stepped down with long legs.
Cheng Yan: "Sir."
When Rong Zhen got out of the car, there were many prominent figures in Huai City standing on both sides of the road, they all nodded respectfully and said, "Mr. Rong."
There are many elderly patriarchs here, and Rong Zhen is only thirty-one this year, but no one dares to show any disrespect.
It was only when the old lady reached the door that she said, "Ah Zhen, let's go in."
Jiang Jili came with Rong Zhen, but he was stopped by Cheng Yan.
Cheng Yan didn't look at him, but whispered: "Madam, follow me."
Jiang Jili blinked, and after a long silence, he said calmly, "Okay, please trouble Uncle Cheng."
He followed Rong Zhen on the anniversary of his death two years ago.
Jiang Jili was dressed in black formal attire and followed Cheng Yan. Before entering the cemetery, Jiang Jili saw a familiar person.
Qin Yao.
She walked with old master Qin and Qin Cong, the young master of the Qin family, wearing a noble and elegant black dress, her long curly hair was coiled up, and her makeup was very delicate.
The Qin family followed Rong Zhen.
Jiang Jili curled his fingers, feeling a little numb from the pain in his heart. Many people present had already noticed Qin Yao in front, and of course, they also noticed Jiang Jili behind.
The process of offering sacrifices was solemn and solemn, and the sky was gray. In the past, the sun had already risen at this time, but today it was unexpectedly cloudy with black clouds.
There was a wind blowing over the tip of the grass, and it didn't know when there was a light rain in the sky, pattering.
Jiang Jili's hair was wet from the beating, and he stuck it down obediently.
Occasionally, he raised his eyes and found that Qin Yao stepped forward at some point, with a luxurious and low-key black umbrella propped on top of Rong Zhen, her white and slender arms fell on her waist, and she was staring straight ahead.
But Rong Zhen did not refuse.
It rained harder.
Everything here is incompatible with Jiang Jili, the Jiang family is not qualified to attend Mr. Rong's death anniversary, and he seems not qualified to stand by Rong Zhen's side.
Cuckoo with a distant and high-pitched cry flew over his head, Jiang Jili looked at the layers of people in front of him, and thought a little numbly, if Qin Yao was destined to marry into the Rong family and become the new Mrs. Rong, why did the husband still say if that is the case?
He is not Mrs. Rong, not Mr.'s legal partner, so in what capacity does he stay by Mr.'s side? What was Mr. thinking at that time?
Jiang Jili exhaled lightly, thinking almost masochistically, so, what does the husband think he is?
A... a lover?